Please don’t come to my house…

My house isn’t horrible but it’s not spotless either. It’s NO WHERE near a level of a hordes house (I grew up in one when I was a child). My mother often blamed me for the mess because I didn’t clean up after myself or anyone in the house. It had nothing to do with her keeping everything of my brother’s (and no, he didn’t die. He is still very much alive.) Or her lack of effort. I was the female unwanted child and it was my responsibility to keep the house clean. Do you know any seven year old how has to do that?

Anyway, I digress, but please do not come to my house. I have a adorable, destructive, sweet little eleven month old who is just being a kid. I don’t always feel like to picking everything she drops or throws. She is currently working on her hand-eye coordination and practicing dropping objects to watch where they go. She is learning what to do and how to do things. It might make me a horrible mother, but I would like to enjoy her while she is small.

On top of that, I am human too. There are days that I just don’t feel like doing anything. And I mean anything. I have had days that putting a bra on was going to kill me. Pants are only for going out to see other humans. But overall, I am human. I am not perfect and neither is my daughter (even through to me, she is.)

Also, I’m a writer. I’m a creative soul and sometimes cleaning helps me. Sometimes I am wrapped up in my creative thinking I forget about the rest of the world. There is a picture I have hanging on my fridge. It reads:

If you marry a creative person know that some days you’ll come home to a spotless house.
And some days…
1. Dinner will be forgotten
2. The kids will be in pjs
3. And it will look like you were robbed
Find a way to appreciate both because the second will happen much more often than the first.

-CraftSnark

This is just a statement of fact. I wish more people understood.

Either, you are welcome to my house if you understand the following and don’t mind the mess. If you don’t then I am going to release my daughter onto your house and maybe you will understand. 😀